The results from the hobby class came out first, and Little Taotie’s calligraphy received an "excellent plus" rating, tying with Hua Jinyan for first place.
Little Fatty looked down at his own "good minus," feeling smug: I must be quite talented~
After class, he excitedly ran around the classroom to check everyone’s grades, but gradually his spirits deflated.
He thought his "good minus" would place him first, if not, at least in the upper-middle.
Turns out, the second-to-last in the class was "good"!
And he was actually the last!
Little Fatty sidled up to Little Taotie, stared at her calligraphy for a long time, his gaze fixated on the "excellent plus," perplexed about how someone whose writing was uglier than his at the beginning had improved so quickly!
"You’re number one?" Little Fatty asked in a muffled, sulky voice.
Little Taotie lifted her head proudly, "Number one, yup!"
Bubbles of joy popped in her head: After going to the Calligraphy Teacher’s office, with my first-place grades, I should be able to trade for lots of yummy stuff~~ So awesome~~~
Little Fatty asked, "Did you get a calligraphy tutor or something?"
"No time for calligraphy lessons." Little Taotie counted on her fingers, "When I get home, I have to do homework, then study Erosian, after that, practice piano, then stream for a little, and after that, take a bath and sleep, so busy so busy!"
Little Fatty looked at his own chubby hands and then at Little Taotie’s plump fingers, puzzling, "Your hands... Are you able to stretch them out when playing piano?"
"My hands are very flexible! Grandma Fensi says, I play quite well!"
Little Fatty felt an itch in his hands, reaching out a claw.
He was about to grab Little Taotie’s hand when another hand intercepted it midway.
It was a beautifully formed hand, with clearly defined joints that all the chubby-handed kids envied!
Looking up from the hand, Little Fatty saw its owner with an ice-cold expression and a pair of deep, ancient well-like dangerous eyes.
Little Fatty scampered away, disheartened.
He did not dare to mess with Hua Jinyan, having mentally tagged him with labels like "extremely dangerous," "sly," "ulterior motives," "full of schemes," "not somebody to mess with," and so on.
Little Taotie, completely unaware of the near "tofu-grabbing" incident, remained submerged in bliss, holding her grades and giggling, "Hua Jinyan, what reward do you think the teacher will give me this time?"
"The restaurant is about to open, he should take you to have a meal," Hua Jinyan replied.
"Really?" Little Taotie’s eyes sparkled with delight as she cheered, "I’ll eat to my heart’s content!"
After school, Little Taotie and Hua Jinyan got into the Calligraphy Teacher’s car.
The Calligraphy Teacher’s net worth had surged, now boasting a personal driver and a luxury car.
"Teacher, where is the restaurant located?"
Calligraphy Teacher chuckled, "Not far, not far, just a fifteen-minute drive from the school!"
The once wrinkled face of the Calligraphy Teacher showed conspicuous changes; previously, even when he wasn’t frowning, deep wrinkles would mar his forehead. Now that he had put on weight, the wrinkles on his face had stretched out, giving him a ruddy, rejuvenated appearance.
Previously a dessert chef, and clearly one who loved desserts, he lived with uncomfortable cheap false teeth that made him keep a stern face all the time. Now, having spent a significant sum on porcelain teeth, his smile became more frequent.
When the car stopped, it was as if they had arrived in ancient times.
The building was constructed using traditional tenon and mortise joints, with red-tiled pointed roofs, three stories high, adjacent to a lotus pond, where the lotuses were on the verge of blooming and dragonflies buzzed above them.
The signboard of the restaurant was personally written by the Calligraphy Teacher with elegant strokes — Huawei Studio!